Fired Up! is not a cheerleader movie in much the same way that
Scarface is not a cocaine movie. It may be that neither item is a subject, per se, but both are the prime motivators of the gluttonous heroes and the objects of single-minded, pathological and, at times, implausible consumption.
I don't have anything nearly as pithy to say in
my actual review of the film; I just came up with that now. Oh, well.
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